So I wrote another ScotEng fanfic; this one being about their marriage and jealousy

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Darkpheonix666

Many centuries had passed since that day. Since Scotland had united his country with England and they became one. The day they no longer fought and formed a treaty together. Their swords had dropped and been tossed aside. Instead a red string of fate was wound around their fingers signifying their new relationship and destiny together.

Their once strong hatred of each other now becoming affectionate and leading to simple insults and teasing instead of their once venomous words. Unable to look at one another with the once hateful eyes that they had so long ago during the past.

Their love spanning decades and their bond unwavering; their feelings still as strong and passionate as when they first began. The two being able to trust and confide in each other more than they could any other country they had relations with.

Being able to read and understand one another better than anyone else. Knowing each other as well as they knew themselves which often scared them yet was also reassuring. Their other half, their reflection, their twin and soulmate.

He could still remember the look in her eyes as they fought; it was burned into his memory. The flames of her pirate years burning brightly in her emerald green orbs like a wildfire. Her sword at the ready and wearing her iconic suit of Armour.

Her flag held strongly in her hand in a vice like grip and her army standing behind her. Quick on her feet and while lacking in brute strength; she was by no means a weak individual. Though many perceived her to be a little girl and whiny; he knew better. he had seen what she was capable of.

Her spirit burning brightly and unbreakable no matter what war threw at her. Still standing strong even after seeing the hell that war brought. She fought with bravery and passion; her loyalty to her ruler as strong as his own.

She had inflicted many wounds on him; to which he himself had returned. Looking back though many had healed some had remained; both physical and emotional. The two kissing and stroking them when locked in each other's arms; simply soothing the ones in their hearts.

They had battled for years taking down each other's troops and losing a lot of men. Many years of bloodshed and battles had faced them and painful memories had been made. Ones they regretted and yet had helped them grow as an individual and also as a country; a conflicting feeling.

Many good men and women had fallen during that period. Many comrades lost and many sacrifices had been made; for better and for worse. Both burning with rage and sadness at the good men whom had died during that time for their countries.

But what came with it was an unending amount of sexual tension between the two. Their desires for each other only growing stronger and stronger as time had passed. Their eyes constantly locked on each other and unable to look away.

Silent conversations of desire and teasing being shared between the two. Imagining scenario's mentally of what would happen should they be alone together. Only those with a keen eye, good intuition and being as perceptive as the two nations to pick up on it.

England drawn to Scotland's wild red hair, deep green orbs, the smell of whiskey on his breath and his strong accent. Her eyes roaming his firm well-built form and desire to claim him for her own and have his body against hers.

Imagining his hands roaming across her soft skin, ample breasts, long legs and curves. Being rough and passionate with her body; showering his desire over her human form and feeding her womanly needs.

But she would never admit it vocally; then again she always had been a stubborn woman. She would constantly deny it and lash out at Scotland should he even mention such a thing. But he had seen it in her eyes many times despite her claims.

Scotland had been drawn to her deep green eyes and flowing golden locks; her appearance reminding him of an angel or princess. Back then she hadn't worn glasses and didn't actually need them at all. She only used them to make herself look more like a lady.

Her seductive body squeezed tightly into her uniform; her breasts teasing him by bursting out despite being covered under her uniform. He had never been able to look away and had always been impressed by her skill and natural sexuality as a woman.

His urge to feel her against his body; locked in endless passionate embrace. To bury his nose and wind his fingers in her golden locks. To bite, lick, taste and caress every part of her body until she was a shaking mess beneath him.

After many endless battles; they had eventually agreed on meeting and discussing peace treaties between their countries. At first both had argued and because neither would follow through they ended up fighting again repeating the cycle.

Ranging from her punching him, to scrapping to many colourful insults; their fights were always heated. Depending on which day it was; sometimes England would storm out or Scotland would grab his drink and leave cursing under his breath.

But one night; a particularly rainy and mild evening on the battlefield, the two had found themselves roughly making out after yelling viciously at each other. England slamming her lips against his suddenly to which he had happily complied.

Her lips being sweeter and softer than he had ever imagined in any of his fantasies. She had the faint smell of roses, mint and tea mixed in with the smell of dirt and blood upon her person. Truly smelling like what you would expect of her country; mostly aristocratic.

Looking back, she had said he tasted like the scotch he loved so much and cigarettes. A smell she once hated but now felt comforting to her instead. Loving the sharp bitter taste of the booze on his tongue and the faint smell of cigarettes on his clothes.

Her hands winding themselves in his wild red hair and him wrapping his arms around her body and cupping her ass from behind. He had given it a good squeeze as they made out; which had made her release a rather delicious moan from her lips.

He had always loved that ass of hers; round and smooth like a peach. As time had gone on he had appreciated it more and more; showering it with attention be it inside or outside the bedroom. However later he had been unable to decide if he loved her ass or breasts more.

That night he had fucked her hard on the table; the golden locks he loved so much splayed everywhere. Loud cries, moans, scratching and biting ensuing between them. Afterward they had laid in a heap on the floor covered in sweat and unable to move.

After that one night, their tension between each other had lifted and they had fought less. Their meetings going smoother and progress being made without any arguments at all. However their heated gaze had not died down; instead it had only grown stronger and they would later have rendezvous.

Later they would form the pact to unite both their countries and became the United Kingdom along with wales and Northern Ireland. Their countries finally one instead of separate nations and fighting together as a team holding their shared flag proudly.

No longer enemies as they once had been but partners; in both love, culture and politics. Now fighting as a team instead of alone and being able to rely on one another. Constantly worrying about each other's situations in their nations.

After that one day so long ago, they were bound to each other for centuries. Through many wars and painful moments, the two became a truly powerful relationship envied by others. Everyone wanting a bond like theirs but being unable to find one that could even compare to it.

The two were infinitely loyal and loved only one another; never daring to let their eyes roam to anyone else. They had both (with mutual agreement) seduced France at one point and slept with him but left things be afterwards not pursuing it further.

It had solely been a onetime thing and decided to humour France. Their love making ending with all three a hot mess covered in sweat and exhaustion. Both France and Scotland smoking afterwards; however later leading to them kicking him out.

France had been seeking England for centuries but since their intimacy during her pirate years she had distanced herself from him. Her feelings for Scotland being stronger than her once burning passion for France during their younger years as nations.

Scotland became possessive of England letting nobody take England from him regardless of gender. Not in the way of being abusive; but letting others know whom she belonged to. Knowing he had laid claim to her first and he had no intention of sharing her or letting her go.

He knew England loved only him but he had to make sure nobody tried to take her from him. Making sure that she stayed by his side until time bled out. He knew that America had been crushing on her since she took him as her ward; yet his feelings for her would never match Scotland's.

England in return gave up her rogue and pirate personality and acted like a lady after many years of battles and escapades. Enjoying living a life of peace filled with many duties beside Scotland and looking back on her glory years beside him.

While others saw Scotland as scary or gruff individual whom was hard to approach; the roughness he showed to others melted away behind closed doors. His mask being removed to a very affectionate and loving person.

The two were truly perfect for one another and they didn't need to speak to show their love. It was shown in the way they looked at each other; gazes filled with intense heat. The same as it had been all those centuries ago on the battlefield as they faced one another.

Their love and desire for one another unwavering; still as strong after so much time of being together. Their arms constantly open to welcome the other whenever they were apart; finally returned to where they belonged.